"We need to talk," Jill whispered as she slid fifty twenty-pound notes, into an envelope, pressed down the seal, and wrote JACK on the front. She laid the package on the breakfast table. Those words sounded alien in her head. If this were one of those romances she used to read, she would make a delicious supper, with excellent wine, and when Jack achieved the right grade of mellow, she would speak — but she knew the words...

Diane watched as Sam went out to the garden to swim. From her cell, she couldn’t see him. Somehow, although she’d had two great orgasms, this hadn’t worked out the way she expected. The guy had a big cock; he was considerate, and yet she was lying here in a cell with a dildo in her pussy, while the man was taking a swim. why wasn't he still fucking her? Because... because he'd done a hard day's work, he was in a stranger'...

Barry spent the evening keeping an eye on the video and copying all the other tapes to DVDs, figuring that they would provide entertainment on dull nights for a while to come. As Diane thought, he chuckled occasionally, though outright laughter seemed inappropriate. He watched as the four of them sought the elusive holy grail of a simultaneous climax, a thing that eluded them. There were plenty of orgasms after the fourso...

The three women slept in the same bed. Diane woke first, called room service and arranged for breakfast. Whether they went ahead with their games or not, Diane knew that by the end of the day Barry would know everything. That made it a day that required proper nutrition. Would the girls be upset, or was last night’s play sufficient? Breakfast was brought to the second room. Diane showered there and strolled around the roo...

On Friday night Diane’s act went even better than before. There was a bigger crowd, they were more raucous, and they paid more money. The bodyguards were two women. Diane knew that some girls were happy to make money by showing their bodies to men, but saw life differently outside work. Were these two girls a couple, or were they along for the ride out of curiosity?The second act auction got close to a thousand. Diane fel...

Barry woke up in bed alone. Nothing new there. He was curious about what Diane might be up to, but they had agreed that secrets were allowed, and whatever it was, he’d know by Sunday morning. He got up, realised that the shower wouldn’t work because the water was still off and set off downstairs wearing the shorts he’d slept in. There was no new leak. He walked around the carpet a few times — the squelching had gone. The...

Diane spent Tuesday being pampered at a beauty salon, getting a fake tan, topping up her laser work and making herself feel sexy. She ate healthy and sparse. By seven she was locked into her belt, the MC had the key, her floaty, the almost transparent dress was on, her silk side-tie knickers were in place and her front opening half-cup bra pushed her tits up so that the nipples were very visible through the diaphanous dre...

The week might have been an anticlimax. Barry had to go back to work and Diane was happy to let herself recuperate from her exertions the week before. On Wednesday, she headed for the gym and swam a little. On Thursday morning, she decided to put herself into the chastity belt again. She spent the day naked, apart from the belt, cleaning the floors and furniture throughout the day. Barry was surprised to find her scrubbin...

Susie’s purple hair with silver highlights, leather skirt and jacket and regulation Doc Martins might not be everyone’s idea of the perfect granddaughter, but she was the only one that Donna had. After years of being alone, Donna found herself energised by Susie’s sassy wit and go anywhere, do anything attitude. It came at a price, because there was no subject that Susie ever regarded as off-limits. “I mean,” Susie would...

Standing in the hotel corridor outside room 724, Alan forced Pauline’s ring onto his little finger. Why did she do that, taking her ring off and handing it to him? It wasn’t like a gift, done with any ceremony. She barely looked at him, as if she was expecting him to take out the dirty crockery. What did she mean? Did she want him to think she was never coming home? He hadn’t expected Agri to be so aggressively possessive...

Candice and Andy returned from France to find Rhona’s pool surrounded by a muddy wasteland left by the digging machines and heavy equipment. Their first sight of what would become the cabin was a concrete plinth set between the two gardens. “Is it okay to swim in the pool?” Candice was standing with her mother; the clear water reflecting the blue of the sky. “The heating and filtration system isn’t installed yet. That won...

Strung up in that room; hanging, alone with her own thoughts, Candice knew nothing about Andy strolling around the venue handing out flyers. They were easy to read, her statement and an invitation to watch. When anyone showed any interest, he encouraged them to come. “She wants an audience,” Andy said to anyone who asked. “Being watched is important for her, but she’ll be wearing a blindfold. You can see everything, but s...

Andy left Candice while he asked the management about their facilities and how he could use them. For five minutes after he’d gone, she stood at the bar and watched the room. Client number two was still talking avidly to his companions. Was he telling them? Candice nodded to the barman to top up her wine with sparkling water and drifted over to a vacant table, hoping it was close enough to catch a few words. What she woul...

  Buying the bungalow proved easier than might be expected, mostly because it needed a lot of work. Before she died, it belonged to an old lady who’s family was in Australia. They had no interest in the property, so it was auctioned by an agent in its existing run-down state. Rhona had a careful look and came to the conclusion that the auction would not be well attended. “Think about who would it suit?” she said to Andy....

There was an awkward moment when Candice looked at Andy, trying unsuccessfully to read his expression. She thought about saying something, but Marsha pulled her away. “I’ll help you get ready,” she said. “What’s going on?” Candice said as soon as they were in the bedroom. “I don’t have a clue girl, but would Andy pull a stunt like that without a good reason?” “Yeah, but what reason?” “Either he knows something sensational...